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The most martially formidable of the orcs is dead and done for - but there's a new threat in the hallway - a caster. Omit would know what spell it is the orc is casting, but Muse can only guess. Whatever it is, with such a long incantation, it's liable to be unpleasant.
He spares a second to look around him, to see if anyone else is already on it, but it seems like he's the only one with the vantage to know what's going on. Muttering a curse that only Savvy can hear, the captain charges across the sloped and extra-dimensional ground. He has to interrupt that spell, before catches the rest of them completely unaware.
His uncustomarily long arms trip him up - almost literally. Throwing his shield in the way of any combatants taking advantage of his stumble and praying that no one takes his head off, Brolin keeps his eyes on his target. Now he's scrambling across Turion's - but with the benefit of his acceleration spell, Muse has can move quickly and carefully.
Outside of the enchanted silence, Muse is startled by his boots pounding the stone beneath him. He doesn't let it throw off his stride, closing to close enough quarters that he can smell the orc's breath, close enough that the spellcaster can't easily escape the captain's enlongated reach.
"This is the point in the books where the action hero comes up with a witty quip, but I'm drawing a blank."
"If I think of something, you'll be the first to know."
Muse is struck by the orc engaged with Kazador as he moves (15 damage) then he strikes the mage, breaking the spell. The mage curses but not Brolin sees the situation he has heroically put himself in. This hallway contains more orcs rushing around a corner toward him. He strikes two of them as they come forward but neither falls and one lands a heavy blow on him (19 damage) while the other misses. The seer attempts to cast a spell as he steps back, his comrades blocking Muse but the captain strikes a blow nonetheless, stopping the spell. One orc climbs out of the pit and moves forward (provoking from Fyrtor). Kelian attempts to strike one of the orcs but misses.
(if he was flatfooted add 2+ damage)
Mel targets the one that crawled out of the pit behind Fyrtor.
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Turning to the orc in front of him, Kazador unleashed a hail of blows powerful enough to shatter rock. One could imagine what it would do to an orc.
Algric descended upon the wounded orc lieutenant, hacking away.
A helpless character is paralyzed, held, bound, sleeping, unconscious, or otherwise completely at an opponent’s mercy. A helpless target is treated as having a Dexterity of 0 (–5 modifier). Melee attacks against a helpless target get a +4 bonus (equivalent to attacking a prone target). Ranged attacks get no special bonus against helpless targets. Rogues can sneak attack helpless targets.
As a full-round action, an enemy can use a melee weapon to deliver a coup de grace to a helpless foe. An enemy can also use a bow or crossbow, provided he is adjacent to the target. The attacker automatically hits and scores a critical hit. (A rogue also gets his sneak attack damage bonus against a helpless foe when delivering a coup de grace.) If the defender survives, he must make a Fortitude save (DC 10 + damage dealt) or die. Delivering a coup de grace provokes attacks of opportunity
Mel, Fyrtor, and Kazador finish off both of the orcs standing near them. For better or for worse, Algric kills the unconscious lieutenant with an ax-blow to the neck.
Faced with rather more frontline combatants than he and Savvy are prepared to fight, Muse strikes at them as they close, but the orcs are irrepressible. Toe to toe with them, he pins the haft of one's axe with his shield, and deftly blocks the other's heavy weapon with his sternum. Oof.
The caster backs away, trying to buy room to get a spell off, likely thinking Brolin otherwise occupied. The obsidian teeth of Legacy's sword correct that line of thinking.
"Fall back?" Savvy suggests.
"Yeah. Yeah, let's do that."
the captain comes back the way he came, moving through the enchanted silence, noting that the others have finished off their respective opponents, Muse comes to a stop near Nelly.
"There's more orcs around that corner," the injured captain explains to Mel and Turion, "and a spellcaster. A summoner, I think."
Muse casts chain of perdition. There aren't any valid targets yet.
Fyrtor seeing Muse fall back decides that retreat may be needed. He falls back far enough to be able to cast his spells again. He chants and a blast of cold fills the area and ice covers the floor making the orc's path even more treacherous.
"Captain, are you ok? Do you need me to heal you?"
Túrion wanted to get closer, possibly trap the orcs between two pits. But as long as the Silence Spell remained, that would not be possible - nor communication to let the carrier Dwarf know about it. Instead, he remained focused, grasping a Rod in his hand and ready to target the first Orc to move past the icy grease without falling into the pit.
No orcs come out of the pit this time but one moves forward into the doorway and falls. Another moves slowly and carefully across the ice and grease and comes to face Kazador, snarling silently.
Silently Algric left the corpse of the orcish leader and fired an arrow at the orc standing in the doorway.
Kazador had less success than he had hoped for. The orc before him unexpectedly was fighting defensively, and he was having trouble breaking through it’s defenses.
Kazador strikes two mighty blows, finishing off this orc that was already damaged by Brolin.
Mel looks for a target, but cannot see one. She moves to find a better angle, the sound cutting off around her as she moves closer to Kazador.
Fyrtor moves before Captain Muse can answer. He's hurt. Whatever he says he needs this. Chanting he reaches out and heals him.
That done he moves forward and takes his place again at the front lines confidence filling him as he sees the orc before Kazador fall to his blows and the other lying on the floor. Let them come, we can stand against them.
Algric searched for more targets. Was this it? He walked over towards the pit, ready to shoot the orcs within. That is when he saw the orc at the door. The arrow found its mark in that orc instead.
The orc before him unexpectedly was fighting defensively, and he was having trouble breaking through it’s defenses.
"Thanks," the captain says to Fyrtor.
The displaced sailor follows Sarenrae's loyal druid back into the silence. Coming to a stop where he can see around the corner, he sees the orc lying in the frigid grease. With a mental order, Muse's chain of perdition floats over to the unfortunate invader and pulls them towards the pit.
Túrion remains his vigilance.
Brolin fails to reposition the orc, who stands and steps back into the hallway.
Túrion takes a moment to focus inward, breaking down arcane power into a different, more flexible form. All the same, he remains his vigilance. Rashness would not help, and they could only really coordinate with those in the field of silence in a couple more seconds, when the spells wore off... - all the same, he got mentally ready to rush towards where the pit currently was and throw a spell down the corridor.
Observing that Kazador is wounded, Mel moves behind him, waving a hand to get his attention. She pulls some bandages from her healer's satchel and sets about treating his wounds, hands glowing gently with Ostara's light.
Finding the orcs reluctant to continue the attack Fyrtor once again falls back to be able to cast spells. maybe we can goad them into attacking us
He begins to chant and continues to do so for quite some time as it is measured in battle.
"Mag die natuur se bondgenote my help"
Kazador stood still while his wounds were tended to. He nodded a thanks to Mel.
You hear some muttering coming from around the corner. It isn't orcish... Suddenly, you hear a loud pounding of feet coming from around the corner.
It's the verbal components of at least one spell but you can't identify it without a visual.
Expecting this, the motley crew of heroes leaps into action!
His chanting finished Fyrtor summons a single aether elemental. Damn! only one. Running forward to better be able to direct his summons he comes to a stop among the fallen orc bodies skidding a little on the ice. "Umise lowo uvuma, ungamvumeli ukuba agqibe! he yells.
Without stopping his yelling he continues in a decidedly different language, "Mag sarenrea se lig skyn"
A sudden light bursts on all of the orcs except the one closest to Fyrtor, burning them with sacred power, and then just as suddenly disappears.
Then he assumes a defensive stance before the greased ice and prepares to be assaulted.
While the orcs wait out the pit, Brolin drops out of spirit dance. He feels a little weak-kneed and shaky, but it's hard for him to tell how much of that's from his ghost-channeling ways, and how much is due to how many times he's been hit with a poleaxe since he woke up this morning.
He doesn't have nearly enough time to recover before the pit wears off and he hears the orcs coming. Round two. Let's do this thing.
"I'm casting an illusion," the captain tells his party. "They're insubstantial, but . . . distracting, hopefully. Axes not aimed at us."
Reaching out for the fragmented memories of Kazad Gavr, Muse shapes them into a spell. Four illusory Rune Wardens coalesce into being, standing between the party and the orcs, who have yet to come around the corner.
The aether elemental hears its master's commands and flys forward its shimmering body hard to follow. Stopping just outside the closest orc's reach it hurls the helm of a fallen orc at the one chanting.
Finding herself right next to the injured Captain Brolin, with no enemies in sight, Mel continues patching people up. In lieu of prayer, she simply hums the refrain of Kun lumet alkavat häivyttää, or When the Snows Begin to Fade, a devotional hymn to Ostara.
Kazador’s eyes widened as he saw the ghostly images appear. And then...he smiled.
Finding herself right next to the injured Captain Brolin, with no enemies in sight, Mel continues patching people up. In lieu of prayer, she simply hums the refrain of Kun lumet alkavat häivyttää, or When the Snows Begin to Fade, a devotional hymn to Ostara.
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Túrion moves up, rushing right behind Fyrtor, and glancing down at the corridor.
"Tekrar sıraya girmene sevindim."
Focusing on the second rod he carries, once again the floor below the Orcs starts to drop away with a short incantation and a gesture.
"It may not be particulary creative of me, but...who cares-"
Turion and Fyrtor get a clear look at the hallway. The orc spellcaster cannot be seen but his handiwork can. The hallway is full of the biggest orcs you have ever seen charging toward you with a thunderous pounding of their massive feet. The aether elemental is cut down as he approaches the first orc, who closes his eyes in time to avoid the worst of Fyrtor's spell. He rushes forward across Fyrtor's ice but falls on the grease. He still swings at the druid but misses badly. Fyrtor would strike the orc back but he isn't within reach (unless I'm missing something). Two massive orcs fall into Turion's pit. A third tries to leap over it but fails, filling the pit nearly to the top with struggling orc. Now the spellcaster comes into view, barely visible between the struggling orcs, and casts a spell on Turion but Turion shakes off the paralysis.
Finishing with Brolin, Mel moves to one side, hoping for a clear shot, but discovers that the only orc she can see is lying flat in the frozen ice. She nocks an arrow and waits.
Sadly, when one of the enlarged orcs lumbers into clear view, her shot goes wide, clattering off the wall to one side.
The cold bites at Fyrtor's feet, but he continues his assault regardless. After parrying the fallen orcs blow, Fyrtor moves to close with him skirting the greased ice as he nimbly steps closer to the rest of the party. Swinging with all his might striking again and again at the orc who is unable to defend himself against Fyrtor's biting blade.
Fyrtor finishes off the orc before it can stand!
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